This is a song about "Rice pudding"

Who know this be the life that i really live

Sick of eatin rice, every friday was rinds

Running and dicing fried rice and no accent on rice please,

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

And suddenly you don't seem nearly as tempting for pudding

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

In this whole world we're infatuated with rice, in fact we hated our eyes

Money ain't a thing

Ses starter main pudding,

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Id rather be a man, satisfied by a grain of rice